Once upon a time, in a place far away but not so very much different than it is here, there lived a young woman who was just voyaging out on the journey of her life. She was pretty, but not so pretty that you'd expect to see her on the cover of a magazine. Her hair was sort of blonde and sort of brown, and every once in a while she'd put a red rinse in it...
CHAPTER FIVE — SUCCESS Television Madison knew what to expect. She'd done so many TV talk shows over the last twelve months they no longer daunted her. This would be a typical production, with the studio audience of fifteen to eighteen year-olds all standing in little groups around the set. When the interview got underway, they'd be close enough to touch...
Sketches in the Night I The Cop He left Homicide a little after midnight, turned east on 51st and headed towards the lake, for his apartment off South University. He rubbed his eyes, tried to wipe away the burn that had come with working thirty hours straight, then he yawned, pinched away a lacrimal tear as he pulled up to the red light at Cottage Grove. H...
We sat there, not saying a word for some time. Elsie broke the silence, saying, "So how was your first time?" "It sucked, Elsie. Those two are creeps. I don't want to see them again." "Yeah, I guess I don't either," she said as she lit up a Marlboro, and exhaled through her nose. ________________________________________ We were quick to admit we liked ge...
Part 1 It would be fair to say these past 12 months have been about the most stressful of my life, starting with the end of my 7-year marriage. After I discovered my husband, as my mother far too gleefully pointed out, was a lying, cheating bastard. Not only had he been having an affair with a woman I worked with. But with a woman, I'd thought was my frie...
If you've read What Happens in Vegas 03, then you'll know Stacy has accompanied her husband on a work trip to Vegas. She was left to fend for herself as her husband Brett was otherwise occupied resulting in various indiscretions. ****** Drew stood up seeing the vision from the other day walk towards the pool, "Hey Stacy. I've been wondering where you've b...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
This is my first submittal, so please be kind. I wasn't sure whether to enter this as "First Time", "Group Sex", or "Romance" as it has all three, but it seemed to fit the Romance best. It wasn't supposed to be this long, but the finished work has over 110,000 words, it just kept going and going. I decided to release only the first part to gage the reactions...
'I've got to be honest,' Libby said as she sat down next to me, her stylish mess of dirty-blonde hair needing brushed from her face. The sofa was a tired old thing, and complained as we sat together, which was stupid as Libby was tiny, and I was no juggernaut either. 'I've had my eye on you for a while.' I tried not to give away my excitement, then realised...
The table was covered with empty plates and full wine glasses as the boisterous babble of a long late summer evening wafted into the darkness surrounding the Dexter's pool. I had taken a brief recess to check the Red Sox score on my phone when I was suddenly pulled back into the moment by a question from my wife, Jill. "What do you think, Derek?" "Huh? Wha...